Darius opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow when he heard this. If his memory served him right, this voice didn’t belong to any of the people he’d seen since coming here. His curiosity was piqued, so he got out of bed. Then, he grabbed the jacket he’d placed beside his bed and placed it over his shoulders before walking to the window. He pushed it open, leaned out, and looked down. When he saw the face of the person who’d spoken, he raised an eyebrow. It was a face he remembered—this man hadn’t moved away from his corner last night. Even as the people around him lost their lives, he’d watched things unfold coldly. It made him stand out like a sore thumb among the anxious people. On the first floor, Bridget pulled her phone out and called Darius. He exhaled, answered it, and said coldly, “Find a way to get him to join us, then end him. He can’t be allowed to stay alive.”Bridget raised an eyebrow. She didn’t know why Darius was giving her such a command, but as his bodyguard, her d
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